1:28 PM: Even more idiocy.

I woke up this morning, and got these 2 replies to some e-mails i apparently sent last night, but don't remember actually sending...i'm kind of suspicious actually, i don't know how i could have worked hotmail last night, given my condition, but here they are:

reply:
hahaha..... was this a very drunken email, or what????!!!!


From: "Matthew Parten"
To: renee_frojo@hotmail.com
Subject: heyw
Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2003 23:38:27 -0500

hey i'm sard ory forew sayingoie4 thalsdt abbey could'te comeihnw todhis thoew paedtr y i jioerut donwt like her. tha'st it, it dinekt't knowe youer freiwnds wethi her.t odyh well, weseeyoiu toneoorrwo!

reply:
come again?


From: "Matthew Parten"
To: renee_frojo@hotmail.com
Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2003 23:41:12 -0500

bhhas your;nwe;maes fuoiney

two words: social. retard.

some more thoughts about last night, by request as well as on my own accord: Brandon Webb becomes even more flamboyant and starts humping inanimate objects when he gets drunk, such as a montero that's idling in the middle of the street, a chair, and a flight of steps. hilarious. zipping up your pants is really really fucking hard. no matter what rivers says, phish does indeed suck, even when you're under the influence. brennan is like fucking two face. first he helps get me blitzed, then helps me out of a delicate situation my drunkenness was leading me into. jill's ear tastes delicious. i get really really horny on the ride home from parties. sorry, l.j... weed makes you cough up a lung the first time you try it. drunk shivani > sober shivani. sean abrams is possibly the greatest storyteller of our generation...and moses is apparently a god. "nigga what!" is possibly the most hilarious thing ever uttered, especially if your name's chandler. you should never allow yourself access to a keyboard and the internet after you get blitzed. results may vary, but are usually not good. i'm an asshole (sorry r.f.), and last but not least, the mother fucking flock knows how to party. brrrrrr!